Medical Consort, the Prince is Pretending to be Dumb Again Chapter 580:1 Think You're Not an Eagle, but an Old Donkey

Chapter 580:1 Think You’re Not an Eagle, but an Old Donkey

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Liu Shimei did not know what Huangfu Lingyao wanted from Mo’er, but she still answered, “I am preparing bathwater for the young lady.”

This time, when Liu Shimei entered the palace, it was to take care of her injured fiance. She stayed in the Ruyi Hall near the Deer Seeking Hall.

So, when Mo’er went to prepare bathwater, it was most likely for the Ruyi Hall.

Huangfu Lingyao furrowed his brow and said, “Eagle,? when Wife is bathing later, bring Wood Ear over. I need to ask her something!”

“Your Highness, why do you want to see Mo’er? Shouldn’t you inform the Eldest Young Miss?” Lu Ying looked at him in confusion, but saw the foolish expression on the King Dun Yu’s face, as clueless as ever, showing no signs of anything amiss.

But why did he want to question Mo’er and why do it when Liu Shimei was unaware?

As Liu Shimei’s confidant, Lu Ying naturally sided with her, “Your Highness, if you have any questions, why not ask the Eldest Miss directly?”

Huangfu Lingyao gave him a disdainful look and said, “Eagle, I think you’re not an eagle but an old donkey! Haven’t you noticed my wife’s unhappiness? She’s such a good person; even if she’s upset, she won’t tell me! If I don’t ask Wood Ear, who else can I ask?”

He continued, sneering, “I can’t go ask that Singing, right? She looks tough to handle!”

Singing = Changge?!

He shook his head again and mumbled, “I don’t understand, someone who’s said to be good at fighting, why would they name her Singing? My wife keeps calling her Sister Singing, I find it really awkward!”

Lu Ying remained speechless throughout the conversation.

He was feeling utterly baffled!

His name was given by the young lady and it was a medicinal herb name. How did he become an eagle?

But thinking about it, Mo’er was Wood Ear, so he felt a bit more psychologically balanced.

Although Silly Second Prince was quite amusing, considering he was doing it for the sake of the Eldest Young Miss, and thinking that he was Eldest Young Miss’s source of happiness, Lu Ying agreed, “Alright. But I can’t guarantee that I can hide it from Eldest Miss completely, I can only try my best.”

“Oh!” Huangfu Lingyao responded.

After Huangfu Lingyao finished bathing, Liu Shimei came over to change his bandages.

She started with the ones on his right palm.

His palm gripped the sword, and there were scars on every finger, more than one.

Even though she had seen his wounds so many times, every time she personally changed his bandages, Liu Shimei felt an urge to cry!

Her appearance was the one Huangfu Lingyao least wanted to see. He hurriedly comforted her, “My dear, my wounds have healed. Look, take a look! In a few days, it will definitely scab over, and it won’t hurt anymore!”

Having pretended to be foolish for many years, enduring beatings at least 300 days a year, he could tolerate pain well.

Although this injury was a bit more severe, forcing him to lie down and rest, it wasn’t a big deal for him.

But he couldn’t resist his wife’s concern!

Huangfu Lingyao felt both comforted and distressed.

It was as if there were two little people fighting in his mind. The one on the left said, ‘My wife cares so much about me, this is a good thing! She will fall in love with me sooner or later.’

The one on the right said, ‘But if my wife feels distressed, she will cry. I don’t want to see her cry! I don’t want her to be even slightly unhappy!’

Ah, it was too difficult!

Liu Shimei blinked her eyes, holding back her tears, her eyes slightly moist.

She cradled his palm, removing the old medicine bit by bit under the candlelight, applying new medicine, and wrapping it with a clean bandage.

Thinking back to that moment when he had grabbed the sword that was aimed at her without a second thought, Liu Shimei couldn’t help but ask, “Lingyao, how can you be so brave? Don’t you know that gripping the sword would hurt your own hand like this?”